My goal was to have one husband and seven children, but it turned out to be the other way around.
I'm so gullible. I'm so damn gullible. And I am so sick of me being gullible.
All men are alike. The approach is different; the result is always the same.
How does it happen that something that makes so much sense in the moonlight doesn't make any sense at all in the sunlight?
The truth is, sex doesn't mean that much to me now.
I would rather lose a good earring than be caught without make-up.